When life goes up in flames
Photo by Stephen Radford on Unsplash God, sometimes there are no words. What can one say when a mother who has made her way safely through the explosive streets of Syria weeps for…
What the trees are teaching me
The steps where I stretch my calves each morning are covered, now, with crimson and brown and gold. Fragments of life fallen, flung, surrendered for a season in the certainty…
The hands that keep holding
There’s a huge, turreted home that I pass on my morning runs. It sits well back from the road, peeking out from behind giant rhododendrons heavy with mauve blossom and…